A Wish Your Heart Makes
Title: A Wish Your Heart Makes
Fandom: Jimmy Neutron
Genre: AU, Angst
Couple(s): Sheen/Jimmy
Warning(s): None
Fic Status: Complete
Summary: When did he get here? And since when were they not-actually-married?
Notes: Challenge #10 (Dream lover) from Set A from 10_hiddenrealms. Follows right after Hypocritical.
“Sheen?” the young professor asked, surprised to see his first human friend sitting close beside him.
“Hey, Jimmy,” the student replied. “Nice weather, huh?”
“I…suppose.” He glanced about. Strange. He’d been in his house a little while ago, but now he was in the park…sitting on a blanket? “What’s going on?”
“Aw, you don’t remember?” Sheen asked, pouting. “I asked if you wanted to have a picnic.”
Jimmy leaned back in surprise as the older male leaned towards him, grinning widely. He felt his cheeks heat up. “Sheen, please. We can’t do this.”
“Why not? Nobody cares.”
“Yes, they do! I could lose my job!” he protested, squirming as the Mexican wrapped his arms around him.
“No, you won’t. Remember? Even your boss wished us luck.”
“He…He did?”
Had Dr. Collin Simmons, dean of Retroville University, lost his mind? Jimmy remembered a not-very-subtle warning when rumors of his preferences had gotten around the school.
Or had that all been just a bad dream? Maybe…maybe Retro U was more open about this kind of thing.
“Wait. For what?” He narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
Sheen blinked at him before rolling his eyes. “Man, did you get amnesia or somethin’?” Rather than explaining verbally, the Mexican gently lifted the genius’s hand, giving it a brief kiss.
On Jimmy’s right ring finger was a simple gold band, a matching band on Sheen’s own finger. Not a pair of wedding rings. Oh, no. Legally, they couldn’t marry each other. But promise rings were another story, acting as a visual sign that they’d sworn themselves to each other even if the law wouldn’t acknowledge it.
As good as married as far as Jimmy was concerned.
“Do I get my dessert now?” Sheen purred, leaning in once more.
In light of this new knowledge, the genius abandoned all hesitation and wrapped his arms around the other man, pulling himself as close as possible. His, all his; nobody was taking Sheen away from him.
They kissed, and Jimmy felt as if he’d become the core of a white dwarf. He wanted more, but public decency demanded that he restrain himself. The effort actually hurt.
Sheen stuck his tongue in his mouth, and, holy Heisenberg, was it hard to refrain from simply jumping the student.
They separated, and Jimmy panted for air. Still he leaned in for another go.
Then Sheen licked his face, his tongue feeling surprisingly cold and metallic.
He jerked back in horror. It couldn’t be.
His “husband” leaned forward and licked him again. Again, the tongue felt less human and more like the tongue of a certain cybernetic canine.
“Please no. Please no,” he begged, closing his eyes and rubbing at his temples as his head started to throb.
But when he opened his eyes, the light was far too bright for his hangover, forcing him to squint up at his star-studded ceiling. Goddard must’ve moved him from the couch to his bed. And speaking of the robotic hound, he was licking at Jimmy’s face to wake him.
He moaned and slammed a fist into the mattress, not caring as his stomach lurched in protest to even that small jostling.
Sometimes dreams could be worse than nightmares.
Fandom: Jimmy Neutron
Genre: AU, Angst
Couple(s): Sheen/Jimmy
Warning(s): None
Fic Status: Complete
Summary: When did he get here? And since when were they not-actually-married?
Notes: Challenge #10 (Dream lover) from Set A from 10_hiddenrealms. Follows right after Hypocritical.
“Sheen?” the young professor asked, surprised to see his first human friend sitting close beside him.
“Hey, Jimmy,” the student replied. “Nice weather, huh?”
“I…suppose.” He glanced about. Strange. He’d been in his house a little while ago, but now he was in the park…sitting on a blanket? “What’s going on?”
“Aw, you don’t remember?” Sheen asked, pouting. “I asked if you wanted to have a picnic.”
Jimmy leaned back in surprise as the older male leaned towards him, grinning widely. He felt his cheeks heat up. “Sheen, please. We can’t do this.”
“Why not? Nobody cares.”
“Yes, they do! I could lose my job!” he protested, squirming as the Mexican wrapped his arms around him.
“No, you won’t. Remember? Even your boss wished us luck.”
“He…He did?”
Had Dr. Collin Simmons, dean of Retroville University, lost his mind? Jimmy remembered a not-very-subtle warning when rumors of his preferences had gotten around the school.
Or had that all been just a bad dream? Maybe…maybe Retro U was more open about this kind of thing.
“Wait. For what?” He narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
Sheen blinked at him before rolling his eyes. “Man, did you get amnesia or somethin’?” Rather than explaining verbally, the Mexican gently lifted the genius’s hand, giving it a brief kiss.
On Jimmy’s right ring finger was a simple gold band, a matching band on Sheen’s own finger. Not a pair of wedding rings. Oh, no. Legally, they couldn’t marry each other. But promise rings were another story, acting as a visual sign that they’d sworn themselves to each other even if the law wouldn’t acknowledge it.
As good as married as far as Jimmy was concerned.
“Do I get my dessert now?” Sheen purred, leaning in once more.
In light of this new knowledge, the genius abandoned all hesitation and wrapped his arms around the other man, pulling himself as close as possible. His, all his; nobody was taking Sheen away from him.
They kissed, and Jimmy felt as if he’d become the core of a white dwarf. He wanted more, but public decency demanded that he restrain himself. The effort actually hurt.
Sheen stuck his tongue in his mouth, and, holy Heisenberg, was it hard to refrain from simply jumping the student.
They separated, and Jimmy panted for air. Still he leaned in for another go.
Then Sheen licked his face, his tongue feeling surprisingly cold and metallic.
He jerked back in horror. It couldn’t be.
His “husband” leaned forward and licked him again. Again, the tongue felt less human and more like the tongue of a certain cybernetic canine.
“Please no. Please no,” he begged, closing his eyes and rubbing at his temples as his head started to throb.
But when he opened his eyes, the light was far too bright for his hangover, forcing him to squint up at his star-studded ceiling. Goddard must’ve moved him from the couch to his bed. And speaking of the robotic hound, he was licking at Jimmy’s face to wake him.
He moaned and slammed a fist into the mattress, not caring as his stomach lurched in protest to even that small jostling.
Sometimes dreams could be worse than nightmares.